Just a bit of background about this poem - I wrote this as the third person, an outsider looking in. I had an experience where I was stalked, but this had nothing to do with it - It's more like a Hollywood extreme!
STALKER
I wanted to be someone different,
I wanted to be someone new,
I wanted to be better,
I wanted to be you.
I saw all you had to offer,
More than I had earned,
I noticed all that you knew,
More than I had learned.
I saw the people that loved you,
For me they did not care,
I wanted that love too,
Sometimes life's not fair.
I needed something more,
More than a dream,
I needed reality,
Not a glint or a gleam.
I studied your life,
To learn what made you tick,
In order to become you,
Instead I became sick.
I altered my image,
My style and my face,
I altered my attitude,
My step and my grace.
I went to the court,
To change my name,
It was proving easy,
To claim your fame.
I fooled the people around you,
Your family and your mates,
I even fooled your girlfriend,
After one or two dates.
The final step was clear,
The last stage of my plan,
I needed to have strength,
The courage of a man.
It was finally your time,
You needed to go,
There was nothing left for you,
You needed to know.
The plan was perfect,
I'd just take your place,
No-one would miss you,
After all, I had your face.
But something went wrong,
I couldn't get it done,
The police were there,
And suddenly, you'd won.
They called me a stalker,
How could that be?
It was all your fault,
For being better than me.
Joshy
